Lady Valentine Poet Ballad

Pretty White Pills

I Open my mouth to swallow the pill
its a little thing that keeps me in check
mental health is not a state of mind
how schizophrenia is so unkind
voices,pain,hurt and reel
i cut myself because i just want to feel
i never asked for such crimson
i never asked for such pain
it will be a long time until im healed again.

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Linda Milgate April 20, 2010 at 2:03 PM Very very real. Poetry does sometimes help, I think it can be healing for those who write and to someone who reads it and feels that there is understanding. Perhaps this poem will do that?

Lady Valentine April 20, 2010 at 3:53 AM thankyou for youre support means so much xxx

Doris Culverhouse April 19, 2010 at 5:52 AM sounds torchered!! Sorry that you have this problem.

Michael J. Falotico April 19, 2010 at 5:09 AM I hope for the best, and its proof that poetry isn't always about happy feelings

Amy Greaves April 19, 2010 at 4:21 AM So simply put, and perfect in that. I hope, if this is in introspection, that you hang in there, even if that sounds rediculous right now. I can relate to this pain and it still in many ways isn't over for me, but I am hanging in there somehow, you can too. I know it's monday.. but screw monday. :)